missing glory

photo by Elena Kalis via Magpie Tales
she was light and magic, springtime laughter woven through her hair
i found her world cluttered and noisy, a place where logic frowns
ambushed, my heart leapt when i heard a bird call, her breath of life

she was a singer of hymns, a joyful, patient sentinel
i was a snare drum, ready to snap at the skip of a beat
i now find myself leeching to the choir, waiting on her voice

she was my cloudship, an ocean, a free spirited ticket to ride
i gnawed away at my tether, she became my new life line
i hold, needing like a child, the loose end of her crimson thread

Rene ~ 2013


not feeling

so much 
of a muchness
I can’t 
fake the connections
I won’t
have the discussions
my thoughts
my words
a dead language 
rabidly stabbing 
at tabloid typos
i am losing you,
red ink on my
buy the milk
or pay the rent
 Rene ~ July 2013 

good shoes

Public domain image via vintageprintables.com

the day i found my ways

i caught myself
in a tangle
tightly twined 
a forkful of 
spaghetti from a can’t 
just pullin’ the wool 
over easy
under the radar
love, life, and my pursuits;
a hapless sock thread
ensnared by a tack
on the threshold 
unwinding, revealing
a novice habit trail
from door
to table, to chair, to bed
just livin’
but barely
breaking a sweat 
a bowl of dead ends
Is that all there is?
Peggy Lee, blinked
lookin’ for 
high bars
in low places
forcin’ a smile,

your eyes
order a double
some things
are better left unsaid

but winked at…hell yeah
I caught your act
you charlatan 
I say strippin’ off
my socks 
I know your ways
You ought to play 
out in the mud
in your good shoes 
maybe, someday

Rene~July 2013

For 100 Word Song
The song prompt was Patti Smith’s “People Have The Power.”
Love her and I have always felt a kinship with her lyrics
This is my somewhat personal, disconnected take on her classic.
I’m way over 100 words…


Image: A Musin Yohan, via Magpie Tales

trouble overhead

something weighing 
on the mind
i rise
under a vengeful brow
pulling up my heels
Raising my voice!
i go
to my roots
wielding my habits of comfort
i walk the way
of my mother
singing psalms
soothing the sky
Rene~ June 2013
For all of my sisters